And seeing that it was a soft October night,
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
That I am a fool, since I
Scraped flat by the roller
In the room the women come and go
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
to temper for a lover’s touch;
Levity my matter,
Their lot forbad: nor circumscribed alone
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
That I am a fool, since I
Scraped flat by the roller
In the room the women come and go
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
to temper for a lover’s touch;
Levity my matter,
Their lot forbad: nor circumscribed alone